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Heretics all, whoever you be, / In Tarbes or Nimes, or over the sea, / You never shall have good words from me. / _Caritas non conturbat me._
But Catholic men that live upon wine / Are deep in the water, and frank, and fine; / Wherever I travel I find it so, / _Benedicamus Domino_.
On childing women that are forlorn, / And men that sweat in nothing but scorn: / That is on all that ever were born, / _Miserere Domine_.
To my poor self on my deathbed, / And all my dear companions dead, / Because of the love that I bore them, / _Dona Eis Requiem_.